after a run of days that include someone pooping in my bed, a bathroom sink overflowing, a small fire in the kitchen, violence among young ones, news of death in iraq over and over again, moments that bring me pause and wonder if peace is possible, i gladly write about dandelions.
micah came home with some magic i didn’t know about. when you pick a dandelion and split the stem,
put it in a glass of water
the stem curls.
so go get a dandelion and enjoy this treat of nature. may peace and love and compassion, hope and joy and wonder curl around us all